this fundamental experience whose I would never forget the depth nor the fact that it came from an accomplished being of a spiritual Mother who continues until today her cosmic Works with great discretion but plenty of energy.
It does not seem necessary to me to go farther in those explanations; the answers of the questions asked before being the essential purpose of these lines; meanwhile every detail, even if it sounds insignificant, reveals a more profound experience, a meaning that has to be considered to keep a global coherence. This experience was here related to answer the question of understanding how I met Sri Aurobindo. From that time, the way was shown, the ‘Agenda’ became my guide and the essential nourishment of my quest, the ‘Agenda’ also made me decide to plan on my first trip to India and more precisely to Auroville in July-August 1993. My entire being was finally grateful for having found somewhere on this earth an echo implanted so deeply in a Desire which will turn on to be more and more demanding, imperious and intense.

We would like so strongly to find a place of true fraternity ! (Writing of the 16th of November 2001, Samâdhi PM, pages 28 to 30)
The trip to Auroville took place curiously. To ‘illustrate’ the story, arriving in India for the first time can already be in itself a test; any way it was the case for me. First, beside the first confrontation with the Indian life under its different aspects that I had to experience (fatigue, contrasts, etc.), the taxi that was supposed to take me at the airport in this month of July 93 was not there, because it was waiting for me at the national exit airport instead of the international one. But when we met finally — first lesson of India: obviously several hours after — we took the road of Pondicherry at the sunset, we drove half the way without lights, those ones having apparently decided to amplify my fears of the moment. It was then at the light… of my flashlight in a particularly dark night that we arrived to… Aspiration, finally! Was that symbolic ?

From this first contact with Auroville and India, I was literally scared by the power of the vital energy contained in this soil of India. I have to admit, if I would have been able to take a plane back to France, I would have done it; it did not work like that anyway. I had then an experience the 14th of August 93 which took also its full meaning only several years later. I was not being able at the time to open myself differently to apprehend it and perceived it then only in its vital and mental objectivity and not really on a more profound level. I refer here to DHANUSHMAT, lettres à une Auroville, (writing of Tuesday the 30th of October 01, Samâdhi PM, pages 18 to 20) which relates the